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[Hooray for the butt-dial!]

[There is a rustling sound as though Vincent is turning over in bed, then comes the sound of a startled grunt of surprise.]

What the-?

[Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, he thinks as he moves to get a better look at himself.]

[Some more rustling and then the mognet screen is uncovered to reveal a flash of pale, scarred skin

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[Cid waves off the initial muttering coming from Vincent's direction, and even did his best to ignore the question of "What are you wearing?" because frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if he had pulled on a torn shirt or something last night. The spluttering is enough to make him snicker, though, and what really gets him is Vincent's next bit of speech.]

What?

[If Vincent is in someone else's clothes, what the hell did Cid miss last night?]

I gotta quit goin' t'sleep so damned early. I-

[He frowns. That certainly doesn't feel like a t-shirt, torn or not, and it doesn't even feel like he's wearing pants for that matter. Though a small grin is tempted to form at the though of that, he is forced away from any amusement when he looks down and sees himself.]

Vincent, what the hell!?

[His voice no doubt carries over Vincent's mognet, and his image might do the same if the device were at the right angle to allow it

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[Now that Cid is standing up, he gets a very clear view of the costume his friend is wearing and while it fits him perfectly -something that disturbs him rather greatly- it seems as though it was most definitely meant for a female. His eyes grow round and his mouth forms a wordless "O" as he takes the sight before him.]

Cid, I-

[He coughs, then clears his throat rather loudly a couple of times as he angles the mognet to show Cid's new threads.]

I don't know what to say. [He pauses] Other than you don't really have the legs to pull that skirt off.

[It is quite apparent that he is fighting a grin and his voice shakes a little as though there is laugh trying to find it's way free of his throat.]

Did you say that you're wearing Fang's outfit?

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[He sighs and scowls at the mognet. If everyone is going to see his "new threads," they are also going to see his displeasure.]

What skirt? There ain't nothin' to this thing in th'front.

[He gestures down at his unpleasantly bare legs. At least, he thinks, their color is healthy. The hair on them is not so flattering. And the black..stuff -oh goddammit am I wearin' her underwear too? under the blue...thing is very tight and clingy and uncomfortable, but he can't very well take it off, because...well, for one, it probably wouldn't stay off, and for another, that would leave rather illegal things showing.]

Well, it looks like hers, don't it? Go on, laugh. [He says this while choking on a snort of his own laughter.] We might as well, 'cause it ain't fixin' itself 'til it wants to. All I wanna know is...how th'hell am I supposed t'get any work done in this?

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[He blinks.]

That is not a skirt? [He asks innocently. Boy I did luck out with who I switched wardrobes with, although I might as well as be running around naked for all the fabric that is covering me, he thinks irritably as he tugs on his tank.]

Do you think we'll have to wear these outfits for very long?

[Although he hasn't tried it, he has a sinking feeling that they won't come off, or if they do he won't have any other clothes to choose from. As if out of a desire to prove that fact, he wanders over the trunk where his spare clothes are kept after having moved in with Cid and notices... yep, all the same outfit. This- is so not fair...]

I'm sure you'll manage to get work done. Having gotten somewhat of an idea of how this place works you'll probably get your old clothes back just as you've gotten used to your 'new' ones.

[He says this with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, knowing full well that he, too, is included in that statement.]

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[Here's Sabin. Here's Sabin in a familiar red cape waving at you with a golden claw!hand. With the other, he's trying to pull down the collar so he can actually speak.]

Those are mine. [...Needless to say.] And yours are way uncomfortable!

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[Hello Sabin, here's Sabin! Too bad this very unhappy camper has no idea who you are! Which, sadly, only adds to his confusion...]

[His eyes narrow as he recognizes his clothes on someone he has never seen before, but otherwise his expression remains very... flat.]

Who are you? And how did you get into my room to get my clothes?

[Unless he gave this man his clothes, which was a troublesome thought. Did something happen last night that he couldn't remember? Oh, that was even worse... no, he had been taking a walk with Cid on the beach and they had talked, then gone back to the hotel and...

Never mind... that was irrelevant...]

[Wait... did he just say his clothes were uncomfortable?]

Uncomfortable? They are battle-ready and more than serviceable, thank you very much. [Was that a defensive sniff? Naw, couldn't be...] And who in the world dresses like this anyway? It is inefficient and provides next to no protection.

[He plucks at the strange tank-top with the rope-like straps over his shoulders, then at the balloon-like

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Hey... [A wound to the heart, those remarks on his clothes!] I made those myself! I lived out in the wilderness for ten years, I'll have you know! The less weight on your back, the better. Unless you wanna be Gorgias food! [He gives a brief hearty laugh.]

...I just want to know how you think these shoes are serviceable. Unless your idea of combat is stabbing people with 'em.

[He raises his hands up as if to say, "Alright, alright, I'll quit too.]

Anyway. I'm Sabin! And... no. I have no clue. From what I gather, we're not the only ones who've switched. There's-- [Vaguely annoyed yank at the collar. Far too much clothing for this man, thank you.] --quite a bit of commotion at the hotel with people swapping wardrobes and all.

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It is a pleasure to meet you, Sabin, my name is Vincent. It's a shame that we had to meet under such... awkward, circumstances.

[He looks at Cid, then back at the face on his mognet, eyebrow cocking upwards in amusement, or at least as much as he could see of the face anyway...]

Well, [He sighs softly] I suppose it could always be worse- [He turns the mognet to briefly show Cid's rather... revealing outfit.] And at least it's not just us.

[Fidget, twitch, and a muttered curse as those ridiculously poofy pants get twisted around his legs. He stands up to untwist them and gives an involuntary shiver at the very obvious lack of clothing on his upper body. An upper body that he would much rather keep very covered. Can we say scarred white boy gets no sun? Clearly not enough clothing for this man, you're welcome.]

[He mutters something about recycling canvas sails and caveman attire before saying:]And for the record those boots are extremely lethal weapons provided you're coordinated enough to use them and not trip yourself ass

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[Honestly, she's not sure whether to crack up or demand her clothes back. Clearly the town was messing with them again. Oh well, some reprieve.

Cid's outfit seems fine enough, but honestly, it was way too much for her. How was anyone supposed to kill things when they were bogged down by this coat and scarf and random goggles? And it covered her up too much]

I've got no idea who you're supposed to be, but tell Cid I'm sure he looks smashing.

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[A familiar face. And even more familiar clothes.]

...

He's something all right. Have a look.

[He turns the mognet so that she can see just what became of the great Cid Highwind. While the device stays on Cid he says wryly:]

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be either, though 'harem boy' comes to mind with these damned pants. And I must say Fang, if you'll forgive me, but... your figure is much better suited to what Cid is wearing than his.

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[Oh for the love of - she's not really sure what to think about the sight on the screen. On one hand, it was hilarious. On the other, it was more of Cid than she'd ever cared to see, even though it seemed that everything had been magically altered to fit him.

She just laughs though, apparently going down the amused root.] Ha, aren't you sweet. I'd come take it back, but apparently we're stuck like this, at least for the time bein'.

[A slow little smirk forms on her face as she fiddles with the goggles. How the hell did anyone constantly wear these things?] As thrilled as I'm sure he is, I can't say I like bein' in his pants, either.

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[Yeah, yeah.]

[He makes vaguely rude gestures at both of them, though he is grinning, to his credit. He mutters briefly, before heading off to check the closet and chest of drawers hopefully:]

Yeah, well tell 'er I don't like bein' in her damned...not-pants, either. An' my head feels all naked without m'goggles an' what th'hell is up with these boots, anyway? She askin' t'be stabbed in the ankle 'r somethin'?

[Never mind the fact that she can probably hear him loud and clear, and he wouldn't be surprised if Vincent were following his progress with the mognet so he could be seen from the back.]

[He opens the door and groans, and then checks each drawer twice just to make sure he isn't seeing things.]

Damn.

[He walks back to Vincent and sits down on the bed, arms still crossed and the sheet pulled up as far as he can get it.]

Well, at least I look good in this color. [He snickers.] Can't really say th'same fer you, Vince.

[And he's finally close enough now to see Fang on the screen, and the snort of laughter is irrepressible.]I